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:~:The show comes back on the air with Paco and Mr. Smith in front of us. :~:

Paco: Ese, we got some voices telling me that we have a video.

Mr. Smith: A video?

Paco: Ya, did I slur my speech? I am not even drunk yet! DAMN!

Mr. Smith: So are we going to see this video or just hear you ramble on?

Paco: Can I get away with rambling on like every other show?

Mr. Smith: Only if you tell them to show the tape.

Paco: You heard him fellas, roll it!

:~:The Insane-A-Tron comes on, and starts to show some static. The noise of static followed making most people cringe at the hearing of the sound wishing it would go away. The noise eventually does and the Insane-A-Tron shows a better image. It looks like a city full of hustle and movement in every direction. The city looks to be just getting through its rush hour and settling down as the sun had begun to set in the background. People, cabs, and even garbage are moving around trying to find their way to their destination. One thing doesn't seem to be moving. The attention of the shot is then pointed down an alley way where a shadowed covered figure is standing in the center. Trash litters the ground, slime litters the dumpster next to the figure, and both walls are sporting various gang symbols in spray paint. The figure seems like there is only him and the camera. No cameraman, no city, no trash, and no noise. This man seems to be in his own little world. The figure takes a step forward and is shown to be "The Hellacious One" Draco. He has something in his hands, but you can't see what as of yet. It looks like a tiny little white box at the moment. :~:

Draco: The ever moving city, the world that seems to move all through the day and all through the night. What city am I in though? New York City? No because if you look around you don't see the New York Yankees faces plastered all over the place. Chicago? Nope. I am no where near the windy city at the moment. Los Angeles? Not unless they will let me back in that city. So where am I you ask? Look around.

:~:The camera takes a quick full rotation view and sees the alley way is barred behind Draco by a chain link fence and out beyond the road is a few buildings. The buildings look oddly familiar to the buildings in the nation's capital. Draco motions around him and smirks as he puts his hands back down. :~:

Draco: I am here in Washington, D.C., our nation's dear capital. I am not here on the idea of relaxing or training. I am here because of business. The type of business that only I can manage. This happens to be a certain someone's hometown and that certain someone has once again joined with the ICWF. Yes, you got it right and move on to the lightning round! The answer is Punisher. No, not the marvel superhero, but the wrestler. Ya, I know, even less impressive. Either way, I am here to show Punisher that I am not going to let him beat me. I am going to beat him! I am going to take his life away piece by piece. Each time he sees me, I will be taking something from him until he has nothing left but his career and his health. When he has only those two left I will compete with him in a match and take those from him. The first step begins tonight.

:~:The cold and eerie feel to Draco's words seem to hit anyone hard and have them wondering what he is doing. He moves his hand and the small white box is actually a set of matches. Draco opens up the white cardboard casing to see that most of the matches are still there. He takes one and strikes it after he pulls it free of all the others. He stares at the flame with a devilish smirk on his face that only seems to grow with each passing word. :~:

Draco: Ahhh, fire. One of nature's most destructible elements. One of which that can only live by devouring something else's life. Fire can do damage to things that can never be undone. Things can not be brought back after they have been roasted at hundreds of degrees. Things will never be brought back after they have been taken away from you by fire.

:~:The smirk grows on Draco's face as he drops the match. It falls to the ground and lands in a puddle. Instead of going out like most normal matches do it ignites the puddle and moves quickly behind Draco and across the street to a rather large building on the other side of the street. It has a couple floors and seems to be in a lot of use. The flames then seem to quickly move up and around the building devouring it in an orange color of destruction. The fire begins to blacken things and destroy them as the building is recognized by Draco's descriptions. :~:

Draco: A good-sized gym in D.C. must have been hard to buy, eh Pun? Seems like you have to start from scratch all over again!

:~:Laughter begins to flow out of Draco as he watches the building burn. His back now to the camera as a loud explosion is heard. The building had somehow exploded and Draco merely whistled an innocent tone. Before Draco can take another step a piece of metal falls from the sky. It is a blackened piece of metal that is still smoking from the explosion that occurred inside Punisher's personal training gym a few moments ago. Draco stops in front of the charred and blacked sign and smirks as he bends down to pick it up. The tape ends and the static fills the Insane-A-Tron as well as the airwaves once again. :~:

Paco: ...wow...

Mr. Smith: Draco earlier today had committed arson to Punisher's gym!!

Paco: Draco has to have a damn death wish!!

Mr. Smith: Either that or a damn good plan.

Paco: He better, because once Punisher sees this.. He might not want to wait to add Draco to his record.. He might come after him right now!

Mr. Smith: Only problem is, Punisher doesn’t know where Draco is.

Paco: Oh I have a damn good feeling Draco will be coming to the arena tonight. He’s going to want to rub in what he just did to the Punisher.

Mr. Smith: If that’s the case fans, we are in for a hell of an encounter later on. Speaking of encounters, we’re ready for another match… back to Joey we go!

:~:The camera switches to the ring once again. Joey is already inside it, as well as one of the participants. :~:

J. Styles: Fans the following is a non-title match scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, already in the ring… Krimson!!!

:~:The crowd boos loudly and then a female voice is heard… “BRUDON...... OHHHH BRUDON..... OHHHHHHH BRUDON “ then the voice of Zimdela replies… “YES??????” “CUT ME BRUDON..... CUT ME!!!!!!!” she responds as “Prison Sex” begins to blare as Zimdela Brudon steps out unto the walkway. Next to him is Hope Finwood. They are both bound together with a two way dog collar. They begin to walk down the ramp hand in hand and begin to cut each other with their own nails as they head towards the ring. :~:

J. Styles: His opponent, representing The Sentinels of Insanity…. Here is the Television Champion… Zimdela Brudon!!!

:~:When they get down to the ring, Zimdela unhooks the two way dog collar and jumps up unto the outside apron as Hope Finwood stays on the ground and stares at his behind. Brudon then slowly enters the ring as fire comes out of the top turnbuckles. Brudon then turns around and puts up two fingers and sticks his tongue between them as he stares at Hope Finwood who returns the gesture by sucking her middle finger. :~:

Mr. Smith: I simply love these two.

Paco: Not you too? These two are sick… Although, under some particular circumstances, I might get down with Hope.. Hehehe…

:~:Zimdela turns around only to get nailed with a right hand from Krimson! Krimson nails him with a couple of more right hands, backing him to the corner. There he nails him with a couple of knife edge chops to the chest. Zimdela is in big time pain and Krimson follows it up with a whip to the other side. Zimdela hits hard and Krimson charges at him but Zimdela nails him with a big boot to the face as he charged at him! Krimson goes down hard and holds the back of his head in pain. Zimdela quickly delivers a massive elbow drop to the neck of Krimson! :~:

Mr. Smith: Zimdela is huge! You can just tell he has greatness written all over him.

Paco: Will you stop looking at his package? Talking about he’s huge. Focus on the match! Damn it, you and Miller are mirror images of each other.

:~:Zimdela gets to his feet and then brings Krimson to his. He then whips him towards the ropes, Krimson bounces off and Zimdela sends him flying with a high back body drop! Krimson lands hard on his lower back and right away sits up and holds it in pain.. Zimdela gets to his feet and then nails him with a swift kick to his lower back! Krimson falls to his side but Zimdela brings him back up and whips him towards the ropes again. Krimson bounces off and Zimdela goes for a clothesline but misses as Krimson ducks. He bounces off the other side and as Zimdela turns around, and goes for a cross body block but Zimdela catches him and drops him with a fall-away slam! :~:

Mr. Smith: Everything that Krimson is trying is being blocked by the big man Zimdela. By the way Paco, I’m just calling it, the way I see it.

Paco: Yeah and the way you would like to see it is from the back huh you f’n queer!

:~:Zimdela goes for the pin, one! Two! And Zimdela pulls him back up. The ref warns him but Zimdela just licks his lips.. He then brings Krimson to his feet and whips him towards the corner… Krimson hits hard and Zimdela follows it up with a crushing clothesline! Zimdela then lifts Krimson as if he was going for a spine-buster but instead, he turns his back to the corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle. Zimdela holds him, getting hands full of Krimson’s ass before jumping off and delivering an atomic drop!! Krimson holds his jewels in pain as Zimdela gets on top of him and uses a 69 pin fall… One! Two! Three!! Bell rings. :~:

J. Styles: Here is your winner….. ZIMDELA BRUDON!!!

:~:The crowd boos loudly as the ref raises Zimdela’s arm in victory. :~:

Mr. Smith: Well, love him or hate him you have to give the Television Champion a lot of props. He took Krimson out with ease.

Paco: I rather hate him, thank you. What I would like to know is, what’s up with all these f’n one sided matches!? Can we get a competitive match please?

Mr. Smith: I’m sure our next match up will be--- what the, oh great, there goes the Insane-A-Tron again.

Paco: F’n joy.

:~:The Insane-A-Tron begins to flicker and sputter until it all turns to static. The static ensues, leaving the crowd baffled, until finally, the static slowly stops and we find ourselves in the humble abode of Kevin Heat. And, sitting on a plush, red couch, his leg is still braced and he still has to give it a boost to lay straight on the couch, Kevin Heat doesn't look much different. Sure, he's wearing a black ICWF shirt and blue shorts, but, still, he seems to be the same old Kevin. He grins and begins to speak.:~:

Kevin: Hello, ICWF fans! You-Know-Who is back, and I don't mean Lucius Pen-salesman. Yes, I know, I said I would keep in touch, but I guess the work outs have gotten more rigorous in these past two months I've had off, and I haven't had much time to focus on you fans. For that, I am sorry.

:~:The crowd sympathizes with a mild pop of cheers.:~:

Kevin: As you can see, I am not in Sioux Falls, South Dakota this week, although I would say that I have improved in a more leg-wise manner.

:~:Kevin slowly gets up, swinging his leg off the couch and balances on his good leg. He takes a deep breath and puts some force on his bad leg. Some of the crowd gasps in hopes that he'll be able to walk again sometime soon. Suddenly, he begins to jump up and down on his bad leg jovially and the crowd breaks out into a mountain of cheers. Kevin continues to grin widely.:~:

Kevin: Yes, it's true! I can walk, jump, run, slide, and perform my infamous Flame-Broiled once again. Why is it that I'm STILL not in an ICWF ring? Well, because the doctors don't think it's safe to chance that my leg could go in and out of place in the next few days up to a week. Of course, I'm ready to come back, full force.

:~:The crowd cheers.:~:

Kevin: .but there are some things that I think are out of my control. I mean, I don't want to chance the fact that I may not be able to walk after the attack those FTF fiends did to me the last time I stepped into an ICWF ring. Oh, well, at least - I can say - that -:

:~:Suddenly, static begins to break through his speaking and, before long, the feed to the tape cuts out. The fans all sound disappointed.:~:

Paco: Well, that's enough of that sob story gone worse. Break out the tequila and let's move on to the next -

:~:"Fireproof" by Pillar begins to play. The fans jump to their feet. The words "Kevin Heat" can be seen across the Insane-A-Tron, both in flaming red colors and on fire. Cheers fill the stadium. And Kevin Heat walks out. If the cheering had been heart-stopping before, the moment he is seen, they rose to a whole different level. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Kevin walks down the ramp, wearing an orange shirt, blue jeans, slapping hands with fans on his way, then picks up speed. He runs around the inner area to the crowd, grabbing every hand he can find until he is back to the spot he started running. He turns to the ring like long-lost love and rushes to it, rolling inside.:~:

Mr. Smith: Wow, Kevin Heat looks great!

Paco: Man, can you stop being a homo for one minute please? Damn!

:~:Kevin stares around at the cheering crowd for a moment, just watching them scream and shout, before he holds up a hand for them to quiet down. The crowd slowly but surely quiets. Kevin opens his jacket and pulls a microphone from his inside pocket. He raises it and speaks.:~:

Kevin: Now, about what I said before about NOT coming to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Well, let's just scratch that because I just couldn't miss a place like this where I KNOW they love me. Especially for my return!

:~:The crowd explodes once more with a wave of cheers that fills the room. Kevin continues to grin, a bashful look on his face.:~:

Kevin: But that doesn't mean I have less to say about what's been going on around here. Yeah, I've been keeping a close watch on what's been happening here, and for most of it, I don't like it. We've got almost half the FTF holding titles, all of SOI trying to kill everybody else, and my own little stable, or should I say MONUMENT in the wrestling industry, House of Pain, are still flourishing. Let's just take a minute to analyze this, shall we?

:~:He paces around the center of the ring, thinking for a moment before speaking.:~:

Kevin: Let's start with the little stable that could: TC - the crybabies, if you will. They never were much and they never were going to be much. Hell, I'd be surprised if they haven't already disbanded! How far exactly did they think they could go? Please don't ask me, but I believe they pretty much have nothing to go forward by and nothing to look forward to.

:~:He shrugs his shoulders, then moves on. :~:

Kevin: Now, moving on, we have The Satans of Incompetence or "SOI". Yes, you could say they're still going strong, but let's not get too hasty here. They may show a lack of brainpower, wit, and natural non-steroid induced stamina, but at least their still together right?

:~:Most of the crowd laughs. Kevin finally stops pacing, looking straight out into the crowd.:~:

Kevin: And, the next runner-up is, of course, the FTF. Now, everyone knows how long-winded the FTF are, both in and out of the ring. Hell, when Jack Sullivan looks like your best superstar of the bungled bunch, who can say otherwise? But I cannot lie that the FTF has shown some promise of being contenders in many places in the ICWF. But the fact remains they can't keep themselves together long enough to not get attacked or attack someone else, so I'd suggest they start tacking down their battles before someone gets ticked off.

:~:Finally, a large grin appears on his face, almost jovially.:~:

Kevin: And last, but CERTAINLY not least, we have the colossus of kings, the stable of champions, and your all around great guys. H-O-P, The House of Pain!!

:~:Cheers run throughout the crowd wildly.:~:

Kevin: Now, I know I can't speak for myself from the past two months I've been gone, but who can't agree with me that the House of Pain is not a dominating force in the ICWF. Not only have we constantly had win after win after each week, but we've kept title after title after title under out belts. Its official, ring the bell, and sound it out through the ages. You just can't beat the House of Pain!

:~:The fans have gone into a frenzy and most have started chanting, "H-O-P! H-O-P!":~:

Kevin: Now, as far as tonight goes, I, of course, am not booked to wrestle this week. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be out of action tonight!

:~:Crowd cheers.:~:

Kevin: You see, I've worked out this little deal with OJ. Okay, so maybe not with OJ, but Triumph is always willing to listen when you present him with a harem of dancing poodles. How they get up on their hind legs and dance, I have no idea. Anyway, I've set myself in a little match tonight, not to wrestle but to referee!

:~:Approving cheers flow through the crowd.:~:

Kevin: You see, once I heard Paco's Pick for tonight would be an Inferno match, I knew I had to take part in it somehow. And what would be a better way than to judge a few of the less-talented in a way only I can do! Who knows? I may just have a trick up my sleeve yet.

:~:He laughs as his music begins to play once more. He slides his microphone to the timekeeper outside and exits the ring. Shaking and slapping hands on his way back up the ramp, he turns to the crowd for one last loud cheer then goes back through the black curtain to the back.:~:

Mr. Smith: What is Kevin Heat talking about!?! Is he going to be part of the main event!?!

Paco: zzzzzz… huh? What? Is it over? Thank goodness man! I thought that guy would never shut up, I gotta go take a piss.

:~:Mr. Smith shakes his head as the scene fades to black.:~:

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:~:The show comes back on the air with Paco and Smith in front of us. :~:

Paco: Sooooooo...

Mr. Smith: Ya, it would be nice if you announced something for once.

Paco: I am bored, you do it.

Mr. Smith: Ok, fine! Cut to the back.

Paco: Was that so hard!?!

:~:As the two announcers begin to argue the camera feed moves to the back. Walking down one of the long hallways is the ICWF's very own arson, "The Hellacious One" Draco. He walks down the hall looking back and forth from locker room door to the next locker room door and finally stops at one. At this point you can see that the locker room he stops at is Punisher’s. He raises his hand and it is seen to be holding the sign that he had picked up from the site of Punisher's gym that he had caused to explode earlier in the day. He puts the charred sign up against the door so that Punisher can find it when he returns. Draco walks away smirking at giving Punisher the charred sign for emotional value. :~:

Paco: This guy really does have a death wish.

Mr. Smith: Or he is crafty like a fox.

Paco: You mean crazy like a fox?

Mr. Smith: No, it is--You know what? Never-mind. Next match!

Paco: Better be good damn it.

:~:The camera cuts back to Styles who is ready to do his thing. "Surprise! Your Dead!" by Faith No More begins to pollute the atmosphere as steady white strobe lights begin to circulate throughout the arena. Through a clouded pool of misty smoke walks Lucius Pendragon.:~:

J. Styles: Fans the following ‘non-title’ bout is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Trenton, New Jersey… Lucius Pendragon!!!

:~:He stalls at the front of the stage and then resumes walking down the ramp and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his hands through the jeering crowd. “Pornstar” by Buck Cherry plays as Pete Parker comes out onto the stage, flanked on each side of him are two very lovely blondes. Both are wearing red and white outfits, showing just about everything they have.:~:

J. Styles: His opponent, making his way to the ring from Hollywood, California… He represents the FTF and is the Intercontinental Champion… Pete “Pornstar” Parker!!!

:~: They lead Pete to the ring, as he slides in, grabbing the top rope and stretches out. :~:

Mr. Smith: I can’t believe Pete Parker has joined the FTF… Of all people, I didn’t think he would join.

Paco: Well obviously he is a smart man… The FTF is where is at.. All these other stables better realize that.

:~:The bell rings and both men begin to circle each other before locking up in the middle of the ring. Pendragon quickly applies a headlock and then turns it into a hammer lock. Parker tries to get out of it and does with a drop toe hold. He quickly goes for a headlock but Pendragon gets out of it and gets to his feet. Parker gets to his feet too, and as he turns around Pendragon goes for a clothesline but Parker ducks it. As both men turn around, Parker quickly nails him with a drop kick, sending Pendragon stumbling backwards! :~:

Mr. Smith: You have to wonder just how much the attack Pendragon suffered earlier will affect him during this match. So far he is showing no signs.

Paco: Pendragon is a tough bastard.. But I don’t know, that knot on the side of his head is pretty big.

:~:Parker gets to his feet and charges at Pendragon, going for a body splash but Pendragon catches him and drops him face first onto the top turnbuckle! Parker holds his face in pain as Pendragon turns him around and whips him towards the other side. Parker hits hard and Pendragon goes for a lariat but misses as Parker rolls out of the way. Pendragon turns around and gets nailed with a couple of right hands followed by a few kicks to the mid section. Parker then whips him towards the ropes but Pendragon reverses it, pulling Parker in and dropping him with a short arm clothesline.:~:

Mr. Smith: Pretty even match up so far Paco between these two… Pendragon can bounce back in a major way if he defeats the Intercontinental Champion!

Paco: Yeah… That would automatically earn him a shot at the IC title.

:~:Pendragon goes for the pin and the ref counts, one! Two! Kick out by Parker. Pendragon gets up and then brings Parker to his feet, he then whips him towards the ropes. Parker bounces off and Pendragon sends him flying with a back body drop! Parker lands on his feet though! Pendragon turns around and Parker gets him with an inside cradle! One! Two! Kick out! Both wrestlers get to their feet quickly and Parker lifts him and drops him with a spinning spine-buster!! Parker quickly hooks both legs for the pin! One! Two! Th.. kick out! :~:

Mr. Smith: Pete Parker is really taking to Pendragon now… How upset do you think Josh Allen is about Parker winning a higher title on the same night that he beat him?

Paco: I’m sure he is pissed… But if I was him, I would ask for a title match right away. He deserves it, he pinned the IC Champion! It doesn’t matter if it was before he won it.

:~:Parker looks at the ref not believing Pendragon kicked out. He goes for the pin again but again Pendragon kicks out. Parker gets up and brings Pendragon to his feet. He then whips him towards the ropes but Pendragon reverses it. Parker bounces off and Pendragon goes for a big boot to the face but Parker ducks it and bounces off the other side. Pendragon turns around and Parker nails him with a spinning heel kick right to the face! Pendragon goes down hard and right away clutches his head in pain! Parker makes the pin again, but again Pendragon kicks out after two! :~:

Mr. Smith: Pendragon’s head keeps bouncing off the mat hard.. He better be careful, or the partial concussion he suffered earlier, will turn into a full one.

Paco: Yeah, Parker is now showing why he is the new Intercontinental Champion.

:~:Parker brings him back up and hooks him between his legs, he then hooks him by both arms, no, Pendragon back body drops him! Pendragon stumbles to his feet, holding his head in pain and then picks up Parker. He then hooks him for a suplex, he then tries to hook the leg but Parker fights him off and turns the hold into a swinging neck-breaker! Pendragon again lands hard on his head and Parker gets right back up. He picks up Pendragon, hooks him between his legs, hooks both arms, lifts him and drops him with a double-under-hook-pile-driver! Parker tells the crowd is over.. He goes to the corner, hops on top of it and then jumps off, connecting with a corkscrew frog-splash! Parker hooks the leg for the pin, one! Two! Three! Bell rings. :~:

J. Styles: Here is your winner, via: the Rising Star….PETE “PORNSTAR” PARKER!!!

:~:The crowd boos loudly the man it once loved to cheer. :~:

Mr. Smith: and Peter Parker defeats Pendragon, but you gotta give the assist to the FTF attack earlier.. At first Pendragon seemed fine, but as the match wore on you saw him holding his head a lot…

Paco: Yeah, and all of Parker’s moves focused on the head… That pile-driver was the final nail in the coffin if you ask me.

Mr. Smith: I have to agree with you on that one.

Paco: Damn right you do!

As Mr. Smith shakes his head, the camera cuts backstage and Street Shark sits by himself, bent over his gym bag sorting a few things out. A knock on the door is heard, and Street Shark eyes the door, but makes no move for it. A knock is heard again, and Shark grunts a come in. The door opens slowly and Harvey Danger pokes his head through the door.

Danger: Uh… Hi!.

Shark: Can I help you?

Danger: Just saying hello…

Shark: Whatever, short-arse. I’m a bit busy.

Danger: Oh, ok. Well, ah... I was wondering. Did you hear that the Tag Division is making a comeback?

Shark: No, really? That’s so wonderfully interesting.

Danger: Oh. I’ve seen you wrestle. You’re good.

Shark: Thanks (still not very interested).

Shark stands and turns his back to Danger, still messing with his bag. He looks around trying to find away to get away.

Danger: I also think you’d make a great tag team wrestler.

Shark stops what he is doing and turns to Danger, giving him more attention.

Shark: You think so, huh?

Danger: I’m positive! With your height and strength you could dominate the tag division.

Shark: Hmm... (thinking about it).

Danger: I think we should give it a try.

Shark: What?

Danger: Me and you, a tag team!

Shark: Get real, pal. I’m huge and you’re... well... you’re you.

Danger: It could work! Give it a try, you’ll see.

Danger offers a handshake. Street Shark stares at his hand, then looks Harvey up and down.

Shark: Yeah. We’ll see.

Shark pushes past Danger out the door, and Danger looks around then walks out the door trying to catch up.

Mr. Smith: Well we may have a new tag team there, Paco!

Paco: Great! Double the boredom!

Mr. Smith: Shut up. I think they will be a good team. Fans we’re going to take another quick commercial break.

Scene fades to black.

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:~:The show comes back on the air and we are in the back, home to the locker-rooms of all the ICWF superstars. The camera is focused on a locker-room door with the letters "TPA" on them. The door is opened and the cameraman zooms in. We see "The Party Animal" Reggie Savage sitting in a chair with his back to the camera, talking to someone sitting in a chair across from him, but we cant see who it is... :~:

Reggie Savage: Baby I’m glad you came. Every since I came to ICWF I’ve wanted you, but you wont give me the time of day. I try, and I try, and I try, but you always seem out of my reach. I want you! You need to be with me! Not these other losers I see you with. Don’t you know how much I care about you?

:~: The camera try's to see around TPA to see with whom he's speaking with, unsuccessfully... :~:

Reggie Savage: Still the cold shoulder, huh? Well if your not going to talk I’m getting ready for my match...

:~: TPA gets up from his chair to lace up his shoes. The camera finally catches a shot of who he was talking to, but it's not a person at all. On the chair there is a poster of the Lightweight Championship belt. The camera switches back to Paco and Mr. Smith.:~:

Mr. Smith: I think Reggie Savage is obsessed with the LW title.

Paco: yeah, you think?

Mr. Smith: I for one wouldn’t mind seeing Savage vs. Draco one on one.

Paco: I would rather see Warrick Hill vs. Draco one on one… That match has potential!

Mr. Smith: Whatever.

Paco: No, you whatever bitch! Don’t whatever me!!

Mr. Smith: I ain’t Miller Paco. I will wax that ass!

Paco: You get near my ass and I’m shoving this damn Tequila down your f’n throat to give new meaning to the term bottle neck!

Mr. Smith: Oooh, how creative! Fans, I will spare you from a Paco humiliation.. Lets just go back to Joey for the next match up, where the man we have been talking about is in action against the monster known as Street Shark!

Paco: Humiliation… heh.. we’ll see!

:~:Joey gets inside the ring, ready to do his thing. Then “Bounce” By Bon Jovi plays and the 7 foot Scot known as Street Shark walks out to the top of the ramp and shoots his fist into the air as his pyro goes off.:~:

J. Styles: Fans the following bout is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit. Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland… Street Shark!!!

:~:He runs down the ramp into the ring and salutes the crowd on all four sides with a clenched fist. Then Da Band's "Bad Boy this, Bad Boy that" begins to play to the crowd, and instantly they recognize who's coming. Chants of "PARTY ANIMAL" are heard as signs that say: "CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL" are shown. T.P.A. Reggie Savage steps from behind the curtain and strolls down the ramp.:~:

J. Styles: His opponent, from Houston, Texas… “The Party Animal” Reggie Savage!!!

:~: He hops onto the apron, and climbs through the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and sits on the top, waiting for the match to begin.:~:

Mr. Smith: Well we have another classic David vs. Goliath scenario. Do you think David will win like in most cases, or is this Goliath too much for the “party animal” version of David?

Paco: What in the hell did you just say?

:~:The bell rings and Savage sizes up his opponent before going for a lock up. Shark holds him for a few seconds but then easily pushes him down to the mat. Savage holds the back of his head as he quickly gets up… Shark shakes his head as they begin to circle each other around… Savage again goes for a lock up but again Shark shoves him down with ease! Savage gets up frustrated and charges at Shark but Shark shows his quickness, nailing Savage with a knee to the mid section. Savage doubles over and Shark begins to pound him with heavy right hands! :~:

Mr. Smith: Savage cannot try to match up power with Street Shark. That is a lost cause. He has to try to use his speed and agility..

Paco: Every time a little guy faces a big guy, we always talk about the same thing.. But they never listen!

:~:After about four right hands Savage drops down to the mat but Shark brings him back up and whips him towards the corner. Savage hits hard and Street Shark walks over and then begins to choke him with his foot! The ref gives Street Shark the five count and Shark breaks it momentarily, but then goes right back to it! The ref again gives him the count and Shark breaks it. This time he gets close to Savage and begins to pound him with heavy elbows right to his jaw! After about the fifth shot Shark stops and then slaps Savage on his chest with his heavy hands, dropping him to his knees. :~:

Mr. Smith: Savage better think of something and think of it quick!

Paco: Yeah Street Shark is having his way with him.. Just toying with the so called Party “Animal.”

:~:Street Shark brings him back up and whips him toward the opposite side. Savage hits hard and comes out stumbling towards Shark who meets him in the middle of the ring and lifts him for a body slam! Savage breaks free though, rolling right to the pick up and applying a sleeper hold on Street Shark! Street Shark waves his arms like crazy and then reaches back for Savage, grabbing him and slamming him forward. Street Shark then goes to the ropes, bounces off and goes for a leg drop but misses as Savage rolls out of the way! :~:

Mr. Smith: Reggie Savage coming alive now, and just in time if you ask me!

Paco: Yeah well nobody IS asking you, so shut up!

:~:Savage gets to his feet, and as Shark stays sit, holding his leg in pain, Savage rushes to the ropes, bounces off and nails Shark right on the kisser with a mule drop kick! Shark stays down holding his face in pain and Savage goes to the corner and hops onto the second turnbuckle. He then jumps off, and drives his elbow right to the side of Shark’s head! Savage now hooks the massive leg for the pin! One! Kick out by the big man! Savage gets to his feet and then picks up Street Shark. He whips him towards the ropes but Shark reverses it. Savage bounces off but catches Shark off guard with a 450 spin kick to the face! :~:

Mr. Smith: What a kick by Savage! Right to the nose of Shark! He could have broken it there Paco!

Paco: Damn I didn’t know Savage had those kind of acrobatic skills! He might actually have a chance if he keeps pulling moves out like that.

:~:Savage goes for the pin but again Street Shark kicks out after one. Savage gets up and heads for the corner. He signals to the crowd and they cheer him as he climbs to the very top. He then waits as Street Shark is getting to his feet. When he does, he has his back to Savage who jumps off, and catches him on the way down with a big time bulldog!!! The crowd cheers loudly and Savage flips the big man over and makes the pin! One! Two! Th.. kick out!! “OOOOH!!” is heard from the crowd who definitely thought it was over. :~:

Mr. Smith: Reggie Savage connects with his trademark there Paco and I thought we had an upset!!

Paco: Damn I almost spilled my drink after that one! Savage is showing me a lot tonight!

:~:Savage shakes his head and scowls at the ref. He then gets up and stomps on Shark’s chest… Savage then pulls him up and applies a headlock. Street Shark is on one knee and trying to fight out of the hold. He manages to stand up and then lifts Savage up, and drops him with a huge side suplex! Savage holds the back of his head in pain as Street Shark stumbles to his feet and shakes his nose and face to see if he’s bleeding. He then brings Savage to his feet but Savage gives him a kick to the gut. Street Shark doubles over and Savage runs towards the ropes, bounces off and delivers a swinging neck-breaker! :~:

Mr. Smith: Great move by Reggie Savage who is now doing what he said he should do at the beginning of the match, use his speed and agility.

Paco: Well he better he hope he didn’t start too late. If I was him, I would go for the kill right now.

:~:Reggie Savage makes the pin, one! Two! Kick out by Street Shark. Savage picks up Shark and then hooks him for a DDT, a double under-hook DDT! Before he can deliver it though, Shark gets out of it by back body dropping Savage! Shark stumbles onto the ropes as Savage gets to his feet, holding his back in pain. He sees Savage leaning against the ropes and then bounces himself off the other side, and as Shark turns around, Savage goes for a splash! Street Shark moves out of the way though and Savage lands on the top rope neck first! He flings backwards right onto Street Shark who hooks him and drops him with a Sambo slam! :~:

Mr. Smith: Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom! Good gawd almighty he got him with his trademark!

Paco: Damn it you are not doing JR impressions like that fag miller!!

:~:Smith laughs knowing that would get under Paco’s skin. Shark hooks both legs for the pin! One! Two! Th.. kick out and the crowd cheers loudly! Shark goes for the pin again but again Savage kicks out. Street Shark brings Savage back up and whips him towards the ropes. Savage bounces off and Street Shark goes for a big boot but misses as Savage ducks under it and bounces off the other side. As Street Shark turns around, Savage goes for a flying right hand, but Shark drops down to the mat and Savage falls flat on his stomach! :~:

Mr. Smith: and that’s the first move that doesn’t pay off for Savage!

Paco: yeah, and it could be the one that costs him the match!

:~:Both wrestlers are down but only momentarily as Street Shark starts to get to his feet. He then picks up Savage and whips him towards the ropes. Savage bounces off and Shark nails him with a big boot to the face! Shark tells the crowd is over and he gets a mix reaction.. He picks up Savage and grabs him by his neck with one hand.. He then goes to lift him but Savage nails him with a hard kick to the mid section! Shark lets him go and doubles over and Savage quickly hooks him by both arms and plants him with a double-under-hook-DDT! Savage quickly rolls on top of Street Shark and hooks his massive arms behind his legs, then pulls back on his head, applying a camel clutch!! The ref asks Shark if he gives up but Shark shakes his head ‘no!’ Shark tries to power himself out of the hold but Savage pulls back harder on his head! The ref asks Shark if he gives up and this time he does!! The bell rings as the ref calls for it!:~:

J. Styles: Here is your winner via the Savage End… “THE PARTY ANIMAL” REGGIE SAVAGE!!!

:~:TPA holds the submission for a few more seconds before breaking it off… The ref raises his arm in victory and the crowd cheers him loudly. :~:

Mr. Smith: and Reggie Savage picks up the big win there over Street Shark, evening out their personal series.

Paco: Yeah, Savage was able to block Street Shark’s finisher this time, and was able to connect with his finisher combo.

Mr. Smith: he sure was, and for Savage who is trying to bid for the Lightweight title again, has made a move in the right direction by defeating such a big opponent.

Paco: I still think Hill deserves a re-match more than Savage does.

:~:Suddenly, the crowd stands to their feet and turn towards the entrance way where a blue suburban can be seen driving through the curtain. Everyone is confused as to who in the hell would be driving this contraption. A camera zooms in, hoping to get a glance inside, but the windows are either tinted or really fogged up and nothing can be see. A loud base of some sort of music can be heard coming from inside the van, but kind of fuzzy and tough to make out. The van sort of swerves left and right, coming close to falling over several times as it makes its way down the ramp. Finally, much to the relief of several medics, the van rests safely at the bottom of the ramp. The two middle doors fly open and a huge cloud of smoke comes rushing out from the van. Amidst the smoke is ICWF’s own Warrick Hill and his buddy, Ronnie. :~:

Mr. Smith: Well, well, well.. Look who it is!

Paco: Speaking of the devil! It’s my boy Warrick! Let me get a hit brotha!!

:~:The music playing inside can be heard perfectly as it is “Sweet Emotion” by Aerosmith. Both men are coughing, smiling, and their eye lids are half shut. They stumble around walking towards the ring. Warrick notices a hot girl near ringside, leans over and gives her a peck on her partly showing breast. The girl seems upset as a man along with her gets in Warrick’s face. Warrick just smiles, rips a beer cup out of another fan’s hand, and dumps it on the man’s face. Security rushes over to stop the man from leaping over the guardrail. Warrick and Ronnie both roll into the ring, underneath the bottom rope. Ronnie gets to his feet as Warrick remains lying flat on his back as Ronnie is able to come up with a mic. He hands it to Warrick, who snatches it from Ronnie, Warrick begins to laugh as he starts to talk while still lying on his back.:~:

Warrick Hill: Holy shit am I fucking stoned…look, Ronnie, I’m doing my impression of Casanova for later tonight…

:~:Ronnie just laughs and smiles as Warrick continues speaking.:~:

Mr. Smith: I hope there is a point to this…

Paco: Shut up will ya, I’m sure there is.

Warrick Hill: I guess it’s probably not kosher to show up to a wrestling event stoned, but the hell if I care. I’ll still be able to pin Casanova tonight in the Main Event…yes, the MAIN EVENT, that’s what I do, it’s all I do…I’m a MAIN EVENTER…looks like some people had forgot about that in my absence. How quickly people forget, Ronnie…how quickly they forget. Suddenly hot shots like Jack Sullivan, Lucius Pendragon, and Pete Parker show up and they’re ready to cast you off as some kind of nobody…an old timer…imagine that, a twenty something year old guy who’s “Over the Hill”.

Mr. Smith: Do you think he’s over the hill?

Paco: Definitely… Over the marijuana hill… hahaha!

:~:Ronnie just nods, agreeing with Warrick.:~:

Warrick Hill: So, I guess what I’m out here to say is…sure, people can cast me off, they can write me off…I mean, hell, there’s no feuds, no title shots, nothing lined up for me right now. I might as well be facing some loser in the opening match for a federation run by Han Zo Mon, you know? So, what I’m going to do is keep winning…keep kicking people’s asses… and, sooner or later, they can’t help but to notice. And, it will all start tonight with Casanova…I’ll kick his ass, Warrick Hill style and, after that, if anyone…and I mean ANYONE…I don’t give a shit if you’re Jackrabbit, Street Shark, the popcorn sales guy, or that bitch in the front row…ANYONE who wants to mix it up with Warrick Hill, just drop me a line…attack me or something…it wouldn’t be the first time and probably won’t be the last. But, trust me…I’m not coming to ANY of you, you’re going to have to come to me…I’m above all that, stupid punks. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s still some grass in this state that hasn’t been smoked…adios!

:~:Warrick tosses the mic out of the ring and slowly gets up into a sitting position, he then rolls out of the ring, as does Ronnie, and together they hop into the blue Suburban, throw it into reverse, and back out of the arena:~:

Paco: Well to say that Warrick Hill is pissed would be a huge understatement vato.

Mr. Smith: I’m sorry but he sounds like a cry baby to me.. Someone desperate for attention!

Paco: What? Not even!

Mr. Smith: He’s upset almost no one is talking about him, and the ones that are talking about him, are saying he’s over the hill, no pun intended.

Paco: Whatever man, Warrick Hill is the man.. and he deserves respect… Just like he said man, he’s going to keep doing his thing, and weather they like it or not, eventually they are going to have to take notice!

Mr. Smith: Who the hell is they?

Paco: You know.. they!

Mr. Smith: They who!?!

Paco: Them!!!

Mr. Smith: Them who!?!

Paco: They!!

Mr. Smith: Ah forget it!! Fans we’ll be back after this short commercial break.

:~:Scene fades to black. :~:

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:~:The show comes back on the air as "Fuck The Fanz" begins to play, causing the crowd to erupt in boos as the FTF, Killa Kali, Jack Sullivan, and Pete Parker, make their way to the ring, each person carrying their respective title belts. The fans continue to boo as the three enter the ring, and Killa Kali snatches a microphone from Joey Styles before flipping him off.:~:

Killa Kali: What did we tell all of you? What did we tell all of you misguided dumbf*cks? We all told you that the FTF would walk out of Insane Massacre IV as the most dominant force in the ICWF, and unlike all of you out there, we keep our promises. I'm still the World champ, Jack here captured the Hardcore title, and our newest member Pete Parker captured the Intercontinental title. So, f*ck all of you who badmouthed us.

:~:The crowd begins to boo even louder, and Pete Parker grabs the microphone from Kali.:~:

Pete Parker: You know, I'm really starting to enjoy all this publicity I've been getting with the FTF as the new Intercontinental champion. The ladies have been throwing themselves at me left and right. I mean damn, I knew I was desirable before, but it's like I'm the only man alive anymore. Don't worry ladies, there is plenty of me to go around, so you don't need to fight. Well, not too much anyways, but a little cat fight never hurt anyone. You know, tonight was the night where I started to put the nails in the coffin when it comes to the SoI/FTF feud. Tonight was the night where I beat the living hell out of Lucius Pendragon and ended all their hopes and dreams of ever getting to the top of this business. You know, maybe if they're lucky, I'll even send them a few of the more... obese ladies to keep them company. That way they got plenty to go around.

:~:The boos are almost deafening now, and the three wait for a few moments to let them quiet down before Jack gets on the microphone to speak.:~:

Jack Sullivan: So, which one of you dumb-asses out there in the audience gets to pay up, huh? I know you were all out there betting against me when I faced Casanova, and again when I faced Josh Allen, Zimdela Brudon and Justin Taylor. What do you all have to show for it though? Nothing but the misery that comes from seeing the ICWF World Hardcore title back around the waist of a FTF member. This title, much like the ICWF World title, is FTF property. No one is going to get it from us. NO ONE. All you nay-sayers have always sat back in your chairs and said that I was full of crap, that I could talk the talk, but couldn't walk the walk. You know what though? This proves that I can do both. In winning this title, I beat four of the best the ICWF has to offer, and it wasn't even all that difficult. We're looking for a challenge people, how about someone steps up and gives it to us? Jackrabbit? Ha, I’m about to take care of him right now.. Come on, anyone else? No? I didn't think so.

:~:Jack drops the microphone, and the three leave the ring to a chorus of boos.:~:

Mr. Smith: Well you hate to admit, but they are the most dominant stable in the ICWF right now.

Paco: Fo’sho!

Mr. Smith: So since you’re their official #1 ass kisser, tell us, do you really think the FTF can dominate forever?

Paco: Without a f’n doubt! They got all the gold, and they are only three members… Many thought that the ship would sink after the Captain Titan 3 left. Well look where they are now… and look where the rest of the stables are? Does SOI have any gold? Only 1. Does HOP have gold? Only 1. Does TC have any gold? Hell TC doesn’t even count any more. The FTF rules all, bottom line, from here until the end of time.

Mr. Smith: So between you and me, how much are they paying you huh? 2, 3 thousand pesos?

Paco: Shut up ese!

Mr. Smith: Fine, don’t tell us. But we will find out eventually.

Paco: you’ll never find out cuz there is nothing to find out.

Mr. Smith: Right. Well fans its time for the next match up of the night. This is the last bout before the main event and is a good one. A established ICWF superstar takes on a hot up and coming rookie.

:~:Joey gets inside the ring once again. Then the arena lights dim, and hysterical laughter sounds through the arena. "Out Of My Head" by 'Puddle Of Mudd' begins to play, as smoke fills the entrance-ramp and blue strobe lights scan the arena. Onto the ramp steps The Jackrabbit. He is wearing one of his trademark "Jackrabbit" T-Shirts, and his plaid, wrestling shorts, with black elbow pads and boots.:~:

J. Styles: Fans the following non-title bout is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania… The Jackrabbit!!!

:~:The Jackrabbit begins to walk down the ramp as the music picks up, and he then runs and slides into the ring as blue strobe lights scan the arena. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and laughs out loud to himself, raising both arms and wriggling the index fingers on each (doing his pose) as the fans cheer him. The Jackrabbit then jumps back down, and paces the ring. The words "F*ck The fans!" can be heard over the PA system, and fans begin to boo loudly as "Step Up" begins to play. As it begins to play, the main arena lights go out and red spotlights turn on, casting the entire arena in an eerie glow. Pyro begins to shoot out of the entrance ramp, and Jack Sullivan steps out from behind the curtain, wearing a red and gold robe with the words "The Evolution" written on the back of it. He is flaked on either side by the Lucha Army, who shrug off trash that is thrown at them while they escort Jack to the ring.:~:

J. Styles: His opponent, making his way to the ring from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Representing the FTF and the current Hardcore Champion… “The Evolution” Jack Sullivan!!!

:~:Jack slides into the ring and taunts a few fans before removing the robe and handing it to a luchador. The luchadors then head to the back as Jack walks over to a nearby turnbuckle and leans against it, impatiently waiting for the match to start.:~:

Mr. Smith: One of the most hated man in the ICWF for sure, but a man who happens to have tons of ability.

Paco: and that’s what pisses the fans off so much. He’s a great wrestler, who I’m sure they would love to cheer.. But he chose the dark say, and the fans will hate him for it until he dies…

:~:The bell rings and both men head towards each other. Jackrabbit looks up to Sullivan and then begins to circle the ring. After a few seconds they finally lock up. There is a power struggle for a few moments but Sullivan then applies a headlock. Jackrabbit is able to push him to the ropes, but as Sullivan bounces off, he sends Jackrabbit down with a shoulder tackle. Jackrabbit gets back up and goes for the lock up again. Sullivan again applies a headlock but this time Jackrabbit gets out of it, reversing it into a hammerlock. :~:

Mr. Smith: Both wrestlers seem to want to take it slow here Paco.

Paco: My question is why? Fight damn you!

:~:Sullivan tries to get out of it and does, nailing Jackrabbit with an elbow to the face! Jackrabbit stumbles backwards and Sullivan turns around and begins to pound him with heavy right hands, backing Jackrabbit to the ropes. Sullivan then whips him towards the opposite side. Jackrabbit bounces off and Sullivan goes for a clothesline but he misses as Jackrabbit ducks and bounces off the other side. Sullivan turns around quickly and before Jackrabbit can try anything, Sullivan nails him with a high knee to the face! :~:

Mr. Smith: Right on the kisser! Well Paco, as you wished, the pace of the match up has picked up.

Paco: Wow… now I wish for two hot blondes… NOW!… damn it.. two brunettes!?! Two red heads!?! Damn it.

:~:Jackrabbit goes down hard and Sullivan makes the pin right away, one! Two! Kick out! Sullivan brings him back up and throws him against the corner. He then begins to pummel him with rights and lefts followed by kicks to the mid section. Sullivan then takes him out of the corner and whips him towards the opposite side. Jackrabbit bounces off and Sullivan drops him with a pancake splash! Sullivan again goes for the pin but again Jackrabbit kicks out. Sullivan brings him back up and lifts him up into a bear hug! :~:

Mr. Smith: Sullivan is going to try to wear out the young lion. You know, Sullivan has a title defense against Blood sometime soon. If Jackrabbit wins, that would throw a monkey wrench into the whole deal.

Paco: Yeah that would suck for Sullivan though, who had a great month last month.

:~:The ref asks Jackrabbit if he gives up but he ignores him and instead begins to pound Sullivan with right hands! Sullivan stumbles around a bit but doesn’t let go of the hold.. Jackrabbit then tries a couple of head butts but to no avail.. Sullivan starts to swing him from left to right to make the hold more painful and Jackrabbit does the last thing he can do to get out of the hold, he bites Sullivan on his forehead! Sullivan lets go of the hold and stumbles backwards as the ref warns Jackrabbit.. Jackrabbit holds his back in pain but then charges at Sullivan and nails him with a running enzeguri kick! :~:

Mr. Smith: Great kick there by Jackrabbit who was barely able to escape the submission hold!

Paco: hey if everything else fails, use a low blow… but if you can’t do that, bite!!

:~:Sullivan goes down and Jackrabbit crawls over to him, flips him over and makes the pin! One! Two! Kick out! Jackrabbit gets to his feet and brings the big man up. He then whips him towards the ropes but Sullivan reverses it. Jackrabbit bounces off and Sullivan goes for a clothesline but Jackrabbit ducks it, swings around and plants Sullivan on the mat with a DDT! Jackrabbit again flips him over and again makes the pin! One! Two! Th.. kick out!! Jackrabbit looks at the ref in disbelief while the crowd actually boos at the ref. :~:

Mr. Smith: The fans don’t like Jackrabbit, but when facing someone like Sullivan, even he will get cheered.

Paco: Yeah, and the refs will get booed every time on a 2 count.. Specially that one which was as close to a three as you can get.

:~:Jackrabbit brings Sullivan back up and hooks him for a suplex.. He gets him up and drops him with it. Jackrabbit nails him with a couple of right hands and then goes to the corner… He then climbs onto the second turnbuckle before jumping off, but before he can try anything, Sullivan puts his boot up nailing him right on the kisser! Jackrabbit stumbles backwards onto the corner as Sullivan stumbles to his feet. Jackrabbit charges at him but Sullivan catches him by his neck with both hands, lifting him up high and dropping him with a choke-back-breaker! :~:

Mr. Smith: and just like that Jack Sullivan can take control of a match up! He pulled his trademark move out of nowhere.

Paco: He caught Jackrabbit by surprise and that’s the difference between the two wrestlers… Sullivan is a step ahead of Jackrabbit every time.. Even when he is down.

:~:Sullivan stalls a bit but manages to make the pin on Jackrabbit. One! Two! Th.. kick out by Jackrabbit! The crowd cheers loudly and Sullivan is upset. He stumbles to his feet and brings Jackrabbit back up. He then turns him around, pulls back on his hair and then hooks him for a reversed twist of fate! Before he can deliver it though, Jackrabbit turns around and then delivers a northern lights suplex! The ref checks the shoulders and then makes the count! One! Two! Kick out by Jack Sullivan!:~:

Mr. Smith: Jackrabbit almost pulled the upset there Paco!

Paco: He sure did, Sullivan got a little cocky and took a little too long in going for his set up move, and Jackrabbit made him paid for it. I’m very impressed with this Jackrabbit vato.. No wonder ODJ picked him!

:~:Jackrabbit gets to his feet and then picks up Sullivan. He gives him a kick to the gut and then hooks him between his legs. Jackrabbit then hooks both arms and tries to lift the big man up, he does, lifting him onto his shoulders and then dropping him with a double-under-hook-seated-power-bomb!!! “OOOH!” is heard from the crowd followed by loud cheers… The ref quickly makes the count! One! Two! Three! No! two! Two! Sullivan kicked out at the last second! The crowd boos loudly again, and a “BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!” chant gets started!!:~:

Mr. Smith: That was a three Paco! I think Sullivan has pocketed the ref!!

Paco: What the hell are you talking about? I like both of these guys, so I ain’t going to pick sides but, that was a two vato!

:~:Jackrabbit argues with the fan but to no avail… The ref tells him it’s two and that’s final. Jackrabbit gets to his feet and picks up the Hardcore Champion. He then hooks him from behind, and delivers an over the head pump handle slam! The crowd cheers loudly as they are appreciating Jackrabbit’s strength. Jackrabbit gets up and starts hopping, getting ready for his finisher… the crowd cheers him on.. He picks up Sullivan and lifts him unto his shoulders, but Sullivan uses the momentum to take him down with a sunset flip into a pin! One! Two! Kick out by Jackrabbit! Both wrestlers get to their feet right away and Jackrabbit whips Sullivan towards the corner. Sullivan hits and Jackrabbit goes for a big splash but misses as Sullivan gets out of the way! Jackrabbit hits the turnbuckle and Sullivan rolls him up from behind for the pin! One! Sullivan places his feet on the ropes! Two! Three!! Bell rings! :~:

J. Styles: Here is your winner…. “THE EVOLUTION” JACK SULLIVAN!!!

:~:The crowd boos loudly as Sullivan quickly gets out of the ring and takes the title from the time keeper. The Jackrabbit argues with the ref, telling him Sullivan had his feet on the rope.. The ref isn’t hearing it :~:

Mr. Smith: I cannot believe this Paco!! Jackrabbit was robbed!!

Paco: What are you talking about? He lost fair and square!

Mr. Smith: Sullivan had his feet on the ropes, don’t tell me you didn’t see that!?

Paco: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Mr. Smith: Damn you and your FTF ass kissing!

:~:The camera switches to the back where we see the locker room of Punisher. Inside it you hear stuff being thrown all over the place… Just then the door is kicked down and an irate Punisher storms out.. Just before he is able to leave though, Enigma comes out and grabs him by his arm. :~:

Enigma: Do not let that poor soul get the best of you! This exactly what he wants!!

Punisher: Well if this is what he wants, this is what he’ll f’n get. He ain’t going to get away with what he did… That bitch Draco is going to pay!

Enigma: Listen to me… Don’t give that poor soul the satisfaction.. Think… You have had him in the palm of your hand all this time.. Don’t let him get away…

Punisher: The hell are you talking about?

Enigma: Fight fire with fire my deadly sin brother. Fight fire, with fire…

:~:Punisher gets a sick smile on his face… :~:

Punisher: You’re right… I have been winning most of the battles, let him win one tonight… Next week though, the battle shall be won by me again.. Let’s go, I got a “hellacious” idea…

Enigma: Now that’s more like it.

:~:They walk away as the scene fades to black and the show takes the last commercial of the night.:~:

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:~:The show comes back on the air as Jack sits in the FTF locker room, resting after a tough battle, the ICWF Hardcore title slung over his shoulder. Suddenly ODJ enters the room, staring at Jack. :~:

ODJ: Jack, what the hell is wrong with you?

Jack Sullivan: What the hell are you talking about?

ODJ: That stunt you pulled at the PPV. What were you thinking? PIC could've had permanent damage, and in such a case I'm liable.

Jack Sullivan: You think I give a damn if you're liable or not Dougg? PIC got what was coming to him. Killa Kali started the job, but I'm going to finish it. That was just a warning Dougg. So, if you're going to start getting bitchy at me, I suggest you go get PIC to sign some release papers.

ODJ: Fine, you want to be a pain in the ass Jack? I can play that game too. You got a Hardcore title defense next week against Jason Blood. If you survive Blood, I'll give you PIC. The key word there being "if you survive".

Jack Sullivan: Don't worry about me surviving ODJ, worry about getting PIC to sign those papers.

:~:ODJ shakes his head in disgust and leaves as the scene cuts back to ringside.:~:

Mr. Smith: Jack Sullivan has his eyes set on PIC Paco.

Paco: If I was Sullivan I would know my damn role and watch how he talks to ODJ. That’s the boss right there…

Mr. Smith: Oh yeah, we are suppose to kiss his ass every minute of every hour right?

Paco: Let me put it this way.. remember everything that happened to El Linchador?

Mr. Smith: Uh, yeah.

Paco: How old is your mom?

Mr. Smith: Don’t even go there man, my mom is a saint.

Paco: ODJ won’t give a f’k! Hell, I’ve seen pictures of Sullivan’s mom… If ODJ did El Linchador’s, he sure as hell will do Sullivan’s… twice as fast.

Mr. Smith: You’re a sick, sick man Paco!

Paco: Nah vato, our boss is… That’s why I don’t mess around.

Mr. Smith: Right… well fans, it is time for the Main Event!! Warrick Hill takes on Casanova in an Inferno Match!!

Paco: That’s right my gente! Paco’s special of the night tonight is an ICWF’s own Inferno Match and Casanova and Hill are the lucky ones to fight in it!

:~:The bell rings three times letting the fans know what time it is… Joey stands outside of the ring as officials get the last preparations ready for the match. :~:

J. Styles: ICWF fans… it’s time… it’s time… IT’S MAIN EVEN TIME!!!

:~:The crowd cheers loudly and then fireworks go off… A slow bell tolling is heard, marking the beginning of Metallica's For Whom the Bell Tolls, the arena lights fade, leaving only a few white lights shining on the stage, and small flaming pyro lining the ramp, as heavy smoke rises from the stage. A shadow appears in the smoke, and soon the man claiming to be "Simon Belmont," the manager of Casanova, steps out on to the stage quickly, and with a flick of his arm, snaps his whip from his belt out, nearly whipping some of the audience, to gasps and boos, before turning, and raising the other arm toward the billowing smoke. As the crushing guitar line hits, the lights flare from white to red, as Casanova steps out on to the stage amidst the smoke, following Simon to the ring between the flames. :~:

J. Styles: The following is an Inferno Match scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, representing the Sentinels of Insanity… From Whitesboro, New York… Casanova!!!

:~:Simon stays on the outside as Casanova walks up the steel steps and then gets inside the ring. Smoke begins to fill the entrance way when "I'M WASTED" blasts out and Warrick Hill, slowly emerges from the smoke, with "Brick in the Wall" by Pink Floyd playing. The fans cheer as they see Warrick, a joint pinned back behind his ear, slowly walking to the ring. Warrick's eyes are a bit glazed over and half open, as he has a smile across his face.:~:

J. Styles: His opponent, making his way to the ring from Tallahassee, Florida…. Warrick Hill!!!

:~: He enters the ring, takes the joint from behind his ear and points to it. This gets a huge reaction, Warrick then goes to stick it in his mouth when the ref for the match takes it from him and tosses it out of the ring, causing Warrick to frown and the crowd to boo. The ref begins giving the instructions to the wrestlers when “Fireproof” by Pillar begins to play and the crowd cheers loudly… Kevin Heat comes out sporting a referee T-shirt!:~:

Mr. Smith: This is what Heat was talking about earlier! He’s the special guest referee for this match!

Paco: Oh, f’n great.. For what? We don’t need him! He needs to get back on the IR!!

:~:Kevin Heat gets inside the ring and talks with the ref who shrugs his shoulders and leaves… Casanova and Warrick Hill look at Kevin Heat, not happy at all to have him in the ring. He tells them that he is just there to referee, nothing more, nothing less. He then proceeds to give them the instructions of the match. :~:

Mr. Smith: Relax Paco, he’s here to call it straight down the middle.

Paco: Down the middle my ass crack! Have you forgotten which stable Heat is on? House of Pain! Have you forgotten who’s in it? Derek Mobley! Have you forgotten who’s his tag team partner? Warrick Hill! Casanova is screwed Smith!

:~:Heat is done and calls for the bell. It rings and then as usual, the barb-wired ropes catch on fire, bringing cheers from the crowd. An official on the outside sets the beds of charcoal around the ring on fire as well. Casanova and Hill look around, a bit concerned.. They then start to circle each other and before locking up. Casanova quickly applies a headlock but Hill turns it into a hammerlock. Casanova reverses the hold though and now he has Hill locked. Hill tries to get out of it and does, delivering a drop toe hold and then jumping on top of Casanova, applying a headlock.:~:

Mr. Smith: Pretty good way to start the match up. Both men are in a losing streak, but I think Casanova needs this win more than Hill.

Paco: Yeah hasn’t he lost like five in a row? Casanova needs to get back in track and quick! It’ll be tough though against my boy Warrick!

:~:Casanova gets out of the headlock and applies a painkiller on Hill. Hill tries to roll out of the hold and manages to do so, flipping Casanova into a pin! Heat quickly makes the pin! One! Two! Kick out by Casanova. Both wrestlers get to their feet quickly and Casanova nails Hill with a hard right hand, another, another, one more! Hill is rocking and Casanova lifts him for a body slam and delivers it in the middle of the ring! Casanova then brings stands by Hill’s head before dropping a knee right on his forehead! Casanova again goes for the pin but again Hill kicks out!:~:

Mr. Smith: The speed of the match up has started to pick up and there was a couple of pins there, and Heat did the job just right.

Paco: Yeah well doing the “job” is something he is known to do, if you know what I mean.

:~:Casanova brings him back up and hooks him for a suplex.. He gets him up and delivers it. Casanova gets back up and brings Hill to his feet again. This time he whips him towards the flaming ropes but Hill puts on the breaks and then turns towards Casanova who runs him over with a clothesline! Casanova starts to stomp the hell out of Hill. He then brings him to his feet and again whips him towards the ropes. This time Hill reverses it, but Casanova reverses it back and whips him towards the corner instead. Hill hits hard and falls flat on his face afterwards. :~:

Mr. Smith: Hill is getting pummeled, but at least has been able to avoid the flaming ropes.

Paco: yeah but it’s only a matter of time before he gets set on fire at the pace the match is going.

:~:Casanova brings him back up and then goes for a right hand but Hill blocks it and gives Casanova a kick to the mid section. He then grabs him by his head and delivers a jaw-breaker, taking Casanova down! Hill stays down, trying to recover from the beating he had been taking. Casanova holds his jaw in pain but is actually trying to get up.. He manages to do so and then grabs Hill who was still down, and then pulls him up. As he does though, Hill surprises him with an European uppercut! Casanova stumbles backwards and Hill nails him with a second one!:~:

Mr. Smith: Hill is starting to show signs of life… the weed he smoked earlier must be wearing off!

Paco: Or kicking in… I think Hill wrestlers better when he is high than when he’s not!

:~:Hill then nails Casanova with a kick to the mid section, hooks him for a suplex and delivers it! He rolls on top of Casanova and makes the pin, hooking both legs! One! Two! Kick out! Hill gets to his feet but so does Casanova… Hill charges at him, jumping onto his shoulders and then taking him down with a head scissors! Hill again goes for the pin but again Casanova kicks out! Hill gets up and then stands by Casanova’s head before jumping up and delivering a leg drop! Hill then brings Casanova back up and whips him towards the corner.. Casanova hits hard and stumbles towards Hill who nails him with a drop kick! :~:

Mr. Smith: Hill is on fire, but not literately, although I have a feeling that both men will by the time the match is over!

Paco: Oh without a doubt… If the burning barbwire ropes don’t get them, the river of burning charcoal around the ring will!

:~:Hill goes for another pin but again Casanova kicks out. Hill gets up and then goes to the corner. He hops onto the second turnbuckle and then jumps off, and connects with an elbow drop! Hill then sits up Casanova and applies a reversed chin lock. Casanova tries to get out of it but hill has a good grip. Heat asks him if he gives up but Casanova takes a swing at Heat! Heat stumbles backwards and warns Casanova who is now stumbling to his feet, trying to get out of the hold. Hill turns it into a headlock but that allows Casanova to lift him up and drop him with a side suplex!:~:

Mr. Smith: There is no blood loss between Heat and Casanova.. I’m sure before the match is over those two will go at it!

Paco: Heat better hope not, or Casanova probably won’t only beat him, but suck his blood as well. I hear he likes his blood well down! Hahaha, get it, well done? Heat? Hahaha, I’m a genius!

:~:Mr. Smith rolls his eyes as back in the ring Casanova sits up and brings Hill to his feet… He then hooks him for a suplex. He gets him up but this time Hill breaks free, falling behind Casanova. Hill quickly wraps his arms around Casanova’s waist, lifts him and drops him with a German suplex! Hill doesn’t let go and brings him back up, going for a second one but Casanova reverses it and he gets Hill up and down with a German suplex! Both wrestlers are down and Heat checks on both before beginning the ten count. :~:

Mr. Smith: Hill was probably going for three German suplexes but Casanova, ever the clever one was able to get out of it and hit one of his own.

Paco: Yeah, but he did that purely on adrenaline as right now, he’s feeling the effects of Hill’s German suplex.

:~:Hill and Casanova stay down briefly, rising slowly to their feet, staggering toward each other, and Casanova latches around Hill, throwing him over his head with a quick belly to belly suplex! Kevin Heat is caught by Hill on the way down, and falls to the mat next to Hill, unconscious!:~:

Mr. Smith: Wow, Heat got caught in that very quick suplex by Casanova! It looks like he's out for the count!

Paco: Good, now Casanova can finally get a fair share!

:~:Casanova rises again, and steadies himself, as Hill slowly rises shortly after. Casanova grabs him and throws him over the top flaming rope, and Hill lands hard on the outside, on the burning charcoal! Hill quickly rolls off of it and holds his back in pain.. Casanova motions to his manager outside the ring, and as Hill holds his back in pain, he is cracked over the head by a chair from Simon, on the apron! Hill crashes to the floor mat. Simon picks up Hill and throws him inside the ring, under the flaming bottom rope, which burns Hill’s back some more. Casanova drags Hill to the middle of the ring. Hill is still trying to fight back, trying to get to his feet slowly. Casanova gestures to Simon again, and this time Simon unhooks his whip from his belt, and tosses it to Casanova!:~:

Paco: Well, it's not a normal hardcore weapon, but it'll do!

Mr. Smith: I don't know how you get a rise out of this hardcore stuff, Paco!

Paco: Yeah, Mr. Smith, you would talk different if it were your boyfriend holding that whip...

Mr. Smith: ...

:~:Casanova paces around Hill, letting him get to his feet, and as Hill turns to face him, he snaps the whip, cracking Hill right across the face! Hill falls to his knees, holding his hands over his eyes, and Casanova cracks him across the back with the whip! Hill falls to the mat on his stomach, clutching his back with one hand, the other still on his face. He slowly works his way across the ring, crawling away from Casanova, while slowly getting to his feet. He stands up, his hands in front of himself trying to block and more whippings from Casanova, who snaps the whip again! It wraps around Hill's arm, and Casanova pulls it hard, yanking Hill staggering into the middle of the ring, where Casanova drops him with a huge roundhouse kick to the side of Hill's head! Hill collapses, his eyes rolling into his head, and Casanova looks to Kevin Heat, slowly coming back around, and he tosses the whip back to Simon, with a nod.:~:

Mr. Smith: That was really cheap, with the ref down, but you can't deny that it took a lot out of Warrick Hill!

Paco: Cheap? That was great! Casanova caught him with the whip and reeled him in like a fish on a line to set up for that huge roundhouse kick!

:~:Heat stumbles to his feet and wonders what happens. Casanova quickly makes the pin on Hill, not even hooking the leg for the in.. Heat stumbles a bit, holding the back of his head in pain… Casanova tells him to hurry up and Heat makes the count… The crowd boos loudly… One! Two! Th… kick out! Kick out by Warrick Hill and the crowd goes wild!! Casanova slaps the mat upset and then begins to argue with Heat who tells him to back off.. A frustrated Casanova turns towards Hill and begins to stomp him down hard! :~:

Mr. Smith: Hill kicked out! He kicked out! You got to give him a lot of props for that Paco!!

Paco: Without a doubt, Hill got whipped, literately, and he still kicked out! I’m telling you Mr. Smith, that’s got to be some good weed!

:~:Casanova then brings him to his feet and whips him towards the burning ropes… Hill hits, damaging his back further and drops to his knees, not being able to bounce back to Casanova. Casanova charges at him and nails him with a hard kick to the face that sends Hill down to the mat. Casanova makes the pin and this time he hooks the leg for the pin! One! Two! Kick out by Hill! Casanova gets up and then brings Hill up… He then hooks him between his legs and tells the crowd is over… They boo him loudly and a “HILL! HILL! HILL!” chant gets started. :~:

Mr. Smith: Well you know what they say Paco, all good weed must come to an end.. Looks like Hill’s buzz is over.

Paco: Shut up.. no it’s not.

:~: Casanova lifts him up for a power-bomb but Hill hangs on to his head, and after punching him five times he spins around on Casanova’s shoulders and takes Casanova down with a victory roll! Heat makes the count! One! Two! Kick out by Casanova! Casanova gets up right away and then goes for a kick to Hill’s mid section but Hill catches Casanova’s foot and then delivers a step over spinning heel kick! The crowd cheers loudly and Hill quickly goes for the pin again! One! Two! Kick out by the former Intercontinental Champion. :~:

Mr. Smith: Hill is fighting back Paco, burnt back and all!!

Paco: What were you saying about the weed wearing off? Ha! In your face!

:~:Hill stumbles to his feet and brings Casanova to his, whipping him towards the ropes.. Casanova bounces off, burning his back in the process and Hill lifts him as if he’s going for a pancake slam, but instead, he stumbles backwards and drops Casanova chest first onto the top burning barbwire rope!! “OOOH!” is heard from the crowd as Casanova bounces down to the mat and clutches his chest in pain. Hill goes to the corner and then climbs it. He then waits for Casanova who’s getting up. When he does, and turns towards Hill, Hill jumps off and connects with a missile drop kick!:~:

Mr. Smith: Warrick Hill connects with his trademark and my-oh-my how the tables have turned Paco!!

Paco: Hell yeah vato! W to the H is in full control!!

:~:Hill goes for the pin and Heat counts! One! Two! Th.. kick out! Hill stumbles to his feet and then whips Casanova to the corner. Casanova puts on the breaks and turns towards Hill who charges at him and goes for a clothesline! Casanova ducks though, and back body drops Hill, over the flaming top rope and onto the charcoal below! “OOOH!!!” is heard from the crowd loudly.. Hill rolls off the charcoal and holds his lower back in pain… Casanova drops to his knees and catches a breather. Simon Belmont tries to get close to Hill but Heat warns him. :~:

Mr. Smith: The ref is up, so Casanova’s manager can’t try any more tricks!

Paco: Yeah, but I can’t blame him for trying.. He’s just trying to even the odds, after all, Heat and Hill are on the same page!

:~:Casanova gets to his feet and goes to the corner, climbing it to the very top. Casanova waits for Hill to get up, and when he does, Casanova jumps off.. Hill turns towards him and gets nailed with a flying clothesline!! The crowd gives out a loud “OOOOOH!” but follows it with even louder boos. Casanova rolls off of Hill holding his chest in pain but then gets back to him and makes the pin… Heat on the outside goes to the corner, and jumps on the top turnbuckle before jumping all the way down to the outside. He makes the count! One! Two! Th.. kick out by Hill! Casanova gets up upset and begins to argue with Heat! :~:

Mr. Smith: Casanova doesn’t want to do this! Heat is the ref whether he likes it or not!

Paco: Nah f’k that! Heat took his sweet ass time getting outside… Casanova probably would have gotten the three count!

:~:Heat tells him it was only a two count but Casanova is not hearing it… Simon Belmont starts coming around behind Heat who continues to get grief from Casanova… As Simon gets closer though, Heat realizes it and turns around quickly and nails him with a hard right hand, dropping him to the floor! Casanova is about to go after Heat but Warrick Hill is back up and he turns him around, giving him a kick to the mid section… Hill then hooks Casanova and drops him with a swinging neck-breaker!! Hill doesn’t go for the pin, instead he brings Casanova back up then grabs a hand full of charcoal and throws it on his face!! Casanova stumbles around holding his eyes in pain as Hill jumps onto the steel steps.. He then waits for Casanova to turn towards him, and when he does, Hill jumps off and connects with a flying forearm!! Hill goes for the pin and Heat counts! One! Two! Three! Bell rings!:~:

J. Styles: Here is your winner via the Joint… WARRICK HILL!!!

:~:Warrick holds his burning hand in pain as Heat raises his arm in victory. :~:

Mr. Smith: and Warrick Hill wins a big one here tonight Paco!!

Paco: He sure the hell did, but you gotta give the assist to the bias referee! Thanks to him he won!

Mr. Smith: Oh no he didn’t, stop it! Heat called it down the middle, and he just stopped Casanova from trying any funny antics!

Paco: I don’t mind Hill winning man but still.. You can’t deny Heat was leaning towards Hill.. You can’t!

Mr. Smith: Oh what the hell ever… Fans, we’re not going to waste your time with Paco’s meaningless babble… We’ll see you next week, or this week if you want to be dicks about it, hehehe… So long everyone!!!

Paco: Yeah you won’t waste their time with my babble, but I’m sure they won’t mind seeing me kicking your ass! C’mere!!

:~:Paco launches at Mr. Smith and begins brawling with him as the show comes to an end. :~:

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